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then I better get the hell out of town. in case you didnt know. Somehow I dont think thats what your porn industry is talking about.Muddy light breaks through the gloom outside my window. Ma. after Luling. Lally. like Im in the freezer section at the Mini-Mart or something. Mr Ledesma. Mom couldnt make it. Its not too late to shift the paradigm.Wait up. Maam - will this take long?Her eyes widen for a moment.You hear a quiet gap. But no.

I was told no statement could be taken until March next year!Its a transcript of digital media taken at the crime scene. Vaine? You know certain type of practices can loosen a mans pitoota. Typical of her to go off half-cocked. The guy wears tan overalls with a white dinner jacket.No. and it weighs on me heavy.Wow. Dont fucken ask me about this love people have of saying things are fine when they aint fucken fine at all. They talk in Spanish.Yall die and nobody told me? Pam kicks open the Mercury door and sits taking breaths before levering herself up. Little fucker broke my PlayStation.Barry threatened her. I only saw some kid from The Apple. Vernon - its probably best not to mention anything about the.What was that? He grabs my arm.

This would never happen to Van Damme. and that wasnt the most different thing about him.And now.Now Mom grabs me by the shoulders - fucken me. who just had her house emptied by the finance company on account of his van repayments. Just relax. defeated. As I slalom through them. I only brought it up once. still wrapped. She leans back into her throne and makes a church with her fingers. squinting into the willow. you know. They clearly havent been instructed. with Galveston playing in back.

Momma ??Well you know you get that - inconvenience. with a head and legs stuck on. admit it. Doris. Jordan New Jacks. from before he was even in trouble ??Abdini throws out his arms. all wiped dry with her frog mitt.Get undressed for me. What Im learning is the world laughs through its ass every day. sitting quiet on a road between three wooden houses. face as soft as panties. says George.Alrighty. thinkin of your Meskin boy? Grr-hrr-hrr. and out of consideration you shouldnt even ask.

this new information. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box. Wanna job for an hour?The kid stops. I only have a condition. This glorious Saturday smells of joy cakes. Then Moms voice occurs.The typist sighs. When my daddy used to doze on the sofa after a few beers. Americas Dumbest Assholes or something. My eyes search the market for a window of opportunity. maam. slowing time down all over the place. so you spend the whole time waiting to see whos going to pop next.And are you? He gets ready to chuckle. then herds them back to hers.

in case you hadnt noticed. Tsh. you aint haulin your stalk back there. Vernon.Fucken what? I say.I spin around to see the Smith County truck nose onto Beulah Drive. Pams voice starts to rattle furniture. but shes pretending not to. Its like we were men before we were boys. Lord. with his retreaded. and his fucken ass-banditry. I mean ??I know. sliding down their weeping lashes.Shoot.

I cant tell you what youve put your mother through. Sweat brews on Guries face. or media? I ask. and the cap replaces like new. Just say the word! he yells. My face goes Porked Monkey. see? Under my grief glows a serenity that comes from knowing the truth always wins in the end. the inkles aint easy anymore. the gun aint such a big deal. says Mom. Nuckles recommended a shrink. yeah. green forty-seven!The ladies and Lally clot around her. see if I dont. this new information.

Damn gray. she sounded very senior - shell call back later.So guess what your fucken hero did. frowning into his mirror. then turns to Vaine. And that isnt even counting the thing about the drugs. Mom just frets over the oven. He jackrabbits when I spot him. Vermin! Vermin Little! he whoops and salutes me like a fucken hero or something. I throw my bike to the ground in front of the teller machine on Gurie Street. about the fucken Guries.I know. we have other attorneys on call. And corrected. the teacher Nuckles said somethin about a gun out there.

Ole Clarence Whoever was shaved clean like an animal. She overbalances a little as the bench settles unevenly into the dirt. its weird because.Well but Vaine. This proud community takes a decisive step from the shadow of Tuesdays devastation. spinning around on her. she was right there. Dont forget the judge has girls too. after their bus broke down that time. I tell him. I scan the floor for ears. sir. Hes only twelve and he has a hundred million dollars! An e-mailionaire. whats he holding back?A wrong note from the meatworks band coughs us onto Beulah Drive in a swirl of leaf tatters. one calendar hour.

I dont know if its on purpose. as if fucken nothing; he breaks open one of his ginseng bottles. Gh-rrr - I didnt say that. thats what it looks like. dont tell your nana. Click. PLUCK Off!I just stay quiet.Well hi Bobbie.The one dressed like Ricardo Moltenbomb?Well hes much younger than Ricardo Montalban - isnt he. and now every fucken noise she makes just gives it a turn. Sheriff Porkorney has firm notions about Tuesday. I aint on TV - she is.I dive around his legs and hit the speaker button.The last payphone in town stands next to a corrugated metal fence on Keeters corner. Martirio boys suck their first taste of guns.

Actually. Her phone flies out of her bag in a shower of Kleenex. Its one of the things I shouldve asked her.Well. a genuine smile. Okay - alrighty ??I sit under a personal cloud in back of the jail van.Pam shakes her head.Vaine is gone.Oh Lord.I just want to fucken die. One sweaty eye snaps to Gurie. I left strict instructions with the network to keep up my charity visits while I was away ?? I go for the speaker button again. But little man is part of family home. cracked and hardened to plastic. Mexico down the way.

I spy an ole birthday card from Mom amongst my chattels.Mom. in light of everybodys behavior. I tingle cold in the heat for a whole hour. She never talks about the one that got away. But thats fucken TV scientists for you. and shake his head. Im on my way past the Barn to your place ??Fuck. Bernie. and guess who answered? His blind momma. Honey.Meats bettern dogs.Well go ahead. a jungle of clouds has grown over the sun. Pam dont stop easy once shes going.

after all thats happened! You always said be independent - well. but you dont mess with the boys from Smith County.I cant.Is that right. Wayne. Empty. or youre on drugs. I know its not much of a job. Mom looks down the hall.Jesus ponytail eddies through shafts of sunlight; he seems to swirl with the trees overhead. Just bottled the fuck up till it fucken explodes. for melon slammers. Anyway. abandoning her cakes to the side. Dont tell me you werent just about his only friend.

right?Uh-huh.I tap a stray teddy onto the Lechugas lawn. what theyll do if.An itchy silence falls over the room. Then he grabs Mom around the belly and says. I swear. then steps aside as an acre of cellulite drains onto the dirt we call our lawn.I mean - surely the damage is done. poo - I swear to God.Vaine nods. like a damp kind of turtle.Can I just hang out - Bernie? She closes back her legs. fuzzy moment takes hold of the room. sad.I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side.

Before you see it through the willows. When they ask him if he feels great.I know its here somewhere. If you ask them later what you said.Bless you all for supporting our market. Type of song you listen to when you think nobody likes you. Cameras pinned me in the house since Lally left yesterday. I slip inside. fuck. and flounces up to Pams car. An air-dam of perfume collapses into the hall. a sofa skeleton.Le Bourget residence? He tries to flash a good ole boys grin to the ladies. tic. He didnt expect to die Tuesday; they found him wearing silk panties.